Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7360 | 2023-07-02 06:48:48 | 85.08 | 97% |
| 7316 | 2023-06-12 17:31:56 | 76.22 | 97% |
| 7094 | 2022-11-26 12:59:31 | 83.65 | 97% |
| 4944 | 2022-04-29 18:41:01 | 78.90 | 96% |
| 2313 | 2021-10-09 06:39:50 | 69.99 | 96% |